He picks up a large towel off his oak dresser and wraps it around my shoulders and takes a step back as if to access the damage.
Embarrassment and shame is displayed there right along with the bruises.
"It's not a problem. You're welcome here," He assures me with comforting whisper. That's when I realize I could get him in a lot of trouble by just being here. Hie parents would freak. Not to mention what Hank would do. That bastard. I'm never going back. I'd rather sleep on the street then in that torture chamber.
He waves his hand over my face in one movement. The pain instantly vanishes, and once again I'm left in his debt.
"Thanks." I whisper placing tenative fingers over where the marks used to reside.
Not wanting to upset him ,but needing him to know the truth I blurt out.
"I know who you are. You don't have to worry. Your secret is safe with me." My voice is barely above a whisper.
